The guy had a woman with him. A woman who looked a lot like Priscilla. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder until they reached the car. Squinting, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Dammit. The woman was Pris. The guy had to be her deadbeat ex.
Dizzy jumped off my lap and I let go of his leash. I raced after him, my motorcycle boots pounding the pavement under my feet.
“Pris!” I couldn’t tell if she’d heard me since she’d disappeared inside the car, but the guy looked up.
He dove into the backseat and tried to pull the door closed. Dizzy followed, chomping down on the guy’s pant leg while he growled like a pissed-off Grizzly.
“That’s it, Dizzy. Get him.” I caught up to the car as the driver pressed on the gas and backed out of the spot. Before he had a chance to shove it in drive, I reached into the backseat and pulled the guy out by the front of his shirt. “Want to tell me what’s going on here?”
“Who the hell are you?” The guy struggled to get out of my grip, but I held him tight.
“I’m with Priscilla,” I ground out between clenched teeth.
“She’s mine,” the dickwad yelled.
Even though I had no doubt she was made for me, hearing him claim her like that made me see red. I drew back my fist, ready and willing to slam it into his jaw. “Want to try that again, asshole?”
Priscilla pushed past him to get out of the car. As soon as her feet hit the ground, the driver peeled out, leaving a thick layer of rubber on the pavement.
“It’s true, Blake. He’s with me and I’m with him. You’re not so tough now that you’re not the one calling the shots.” She gave the asswipe a wide berth as she moved around to my side.” Give me your phone, Bison?”
I slid my phone out of my pocket and handed it over while keeping a death grip on the sniveling douche canoe’s shirt. “What do you want me to do to him, babe?”
“So many things. But I don’t think I’ll get my reward if we don’t turn him over alive.” She dialed the phone and held it up to her ear.
“She can’t turn me in. I’ll give you anything you want, anything at all.”
I shook my head. My girl was calling the shots. As much as I wanted to unleash the rage inside and make sure this piece of shit never hurt another woman again, I held back.
“The police will be here in a few minutes.” She bent down to pick up Dizzy. “He sure was a good boy today. Mind if Dizzy Jizzy and I wait over by your bike? I don’t want to be any closer to this jerk than I have to.”
“You go, Princess. I’ve got things under control here.” I wasn’t planning on letting go of the prick until the authorities showed up to cuff him and pried my fingers away.
EPILOGUE
PRIS
“Bison, hurry up. You’re going to miss it.” I yelled through the window as I heard him pull into the driveway. He’d been working on getting everything set up at the building he’d just leased so he’d have a space to work on bike customizations and get his new business going.
Thanks to the reward money we received for turning in a fugitive, Bison had enough to make his dreams come true, and I had enough to set my grandma up in the kind of place she deserved to spend the rest of her days. Unfortunately, while we’d been busy making plans, Dizzy Jizzy and Hippolyta had gotten pretty busy themselves.
“What’s happening?” Bison entered the laundry room from the garage and crouched down next to the whelping box we’d set up for the mama to be.
“Her water broke a little while ago, and the first puppy should be coming along any minute now.” I checked my watch. The vet said if she didn’t start delivering puppies within three hours after her water broke to bring her in.
Dizzy Jizzy whimpered and jumped up to look over the edge of the enclosure. Once we discovered our little canine Romeo had somehow managed to knock up his girlfriend, Bison had taken him to the vet for a quick snip and clip. Neither of us thought it would be physically possible for the two of them to mate but love always seemed to find a way.
“It’s okay, boy. She’s going to be just fine.” Bison rested his hand on the small of my back. “She is going to be fine, isn’t she?”
“I hope so.” I’d watched numerous videos about what to expect when your dog is expecting and felt like I had a good handle on the stages of doggy labor.
Hippolyta panted a few times, and her abs contracted.
“Something’s happening,” Bison said.
We both held our breath as she delivered the first puppy. Dizzy Jizzy flung his body against the box, trying to find a way in. While Hippolyta took care of the newborn pup, I lifted the squirming dog into the whelping box.
“They’re obviously meant to be together. It’s no use trying to keep them apart.” I snuggled into Bison’s chest.